Here in the dark  noone knows what I'm breaking  and often times  thinking of what I'm needing  If I could do without wanting more of this feeling  maybe then I won't think of you and what it's taking  I have a way of fucking up all that I'm given  and when I'm brave enough  I think of ways to help me make it  If I wanted to I'd crawl into  but my memory's fading...Im the ghostfish  and I need something to crawl inside  and leave me bleeding  Cos I've had enough of being sick of this inside me  This fucking waste of a life leaves me waiting...I'm the ghostfish